Loneliness (poem) + Update involving "Who is the True monster?"

The sky is deep black.
Blue is never known.
Black donates pleasure.
Blue is a damned thief.

Daytime is empty,
With so many men.
Night is oh so full,
As I am alone.

Loneliness is man,
And freedom is night.
I'd much rather dark,
Than a light of lies.

Is that not real life?
As the dark does hide,
But just physical,
While light hides all else.

We fake happiness,
As the light does shine,
Feel no need at night,
For no one to trick.

'Wear a mask and live,
Truth is best hidden,'
The world will tell us,
And we do listen.

But is this wanted?
As it corrupts us,
And leads to our deaths,
Inner and outer.

Should we wear a mask
We should change nothing,
But to show the truth,
Change everything.

'Loneliness vanish!'
I command you to!
For my heart rejects
Such isolation.

I am alone, sure,
But we stand as one,
As men and women,
Finished with your rule.

If we wore a mask,
We would surely fall,
But I refuse them,
And thus will not fall.

I refuse to let
Your tyranny last,
As it is of fear,
And I have courage.

Such courage is strength,
And it is achieved,
From what I don't know,
But I own it now.

And I will use it,
For more than my sake,
As many others,
Require such strength.

Whether it be she,
Or even of he,
I will gladly aid,
So long as they ask.

But many will not,
And courage will fade.
It will be gone soon;
Loneliness fades not.

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      Perhaps you have noticed that I have edited the title of my previous post to state that the story is not a long short story, but rather a novella. This is due to the fact that in my tedious editing of the wretched thing, I have found it exceeding ten thousand words in length. It has reached one fifth of my usual NaNoWriMo novels and thus, has been granted the title of 'novella'. One of my many reasons for editing the work is to bring it to a proper level of quality that may be respectable for its references to Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, but also due to the fact that it has been much like a curse upon my own mind. I am sure you are aware that it takes place in the world we all know, or at least, the places mentioned in the story are quite real. This makes it all the more real for myself, as these are places I have visited before. Moreover, the dark and twisted actions that dear Frederick commits with such ease terrify me, not because they may have been born in my mind, but because they have truly happened. Perhaps the events have not been compiled in such a manner, but the crimes that he commits are truly real. They are real threats to us all. In a way, one may say that he is a threat to us all. With that, I suppose I ought to return to my editing. There is much to be done. Do take care, anonymous reader. Until next time,

 -Zero